It wasn't supposed to go like this. When Claire touched the stones, she was supposed to go, supposed to be safe to have their child. Instead, she's still standing there as cannon fire booms, and Jamie just stares at her, panic settling into his bones.
He can't go back and fight only to leave his wife on her own. Nor can they go to Lallybroch to stay, because it's the first place any British officers would come looking for him. And if not them, any MacKenzies Rupert may have told about Dougal surely would.
For the first time since France, Jamie has no earthly idea what to do, and it terrifies him.
Swallowing hard, he steps closer to Claire. "Are ye sure, Sassenach, that it was this stone? Could it have been another?"
It shouldn't have been a relief to find herself standing right where she should be--with him. The stone is cold against her palm as she touches it again, tentatively, and she blinks through the tears in surprise. It didn't work. Why didn't it work? Thank god it didn't work.
"It was--it was this one," she says, and stumbles to another just to be sure. She holds her breath as she reaches out to touch it.
Nothing happens.
"It's quiet," she murmurs, when it's anything but with the battle rumbling in the distance.
The cursing that follows isn't in English, and he drags a hand down his face, looking around to be sure in their shock they haven't been set upon.
"We have to go. Now."
Where to, he has no idea, but the opposite direction of Culloden, to be sure. Reaching out he takes her wrist, tugging her close again and leading her to the horses. His mind is racing; Claire said Culloden went quickly, so if they go now to Lallybroch, they may have time enough to gather provisions and then continue on. To where, he doesn't know.
"...Christ."
He'd been planning on dying today and ever thought they'd need a backup plan if the damned stones didn't work.
"Go? Go where?" She asks, pulled along. She almost wants to laugh. No getting rid of her, James Fraser. She never wanted to go, and now he's stuck, and he seems angry. Good. She would have hated him for the rest of her natural life, she's certain.
If their lives are shorter now, well. At least they'll be together. Her face is smeared with tears as she blindly follows her husband.
"I don't know how you manage to get holes on the top of your stockings," Claire says as she sits on the porch with Jamie in the sunlight, enjoying the pleasant spring weather while she mends his clothes. "Normal people get them on the heels and the toes. What on earth do you get up to when I'm not looking?"
She only pretends to be put-off, huffing dramatically as she sews.
"This pair has almost seen the end, I'm afraid. Next time they'll be sacrificed in the name of dolly clothing."
Jamie grunts, whittling away at what will eventually be a toy for Bree.
"I dinna ken, but are ye sayin' I'm no' normal?" he asks, glancing up as he sees red curls floating toward them.
"A leannan, what are ye doing? Where's yer cheetie?"
He'd brought home a kitten two weeks ago, wee Adso, and he's been both Claire and Brianna's constant companion. It will be good when the cat is bigger, for hunting mice and such.
Like both of her parents, Brianna loves being outside, thriving in the breezy spring air, under the glow of the warm sunlight. She stays close by them, exploring but knowing her boundaries and how far she can go. Today, she has it in her mind that her mama needs flowers, though of course, the closest flowers happen to be the ones in her own garden. It doesn't occur to Bree not to pull them up, and she's yanked a sizable bunch out from the ground, roots and all, to bring back to them.
"Eating the 'hoppers, da!" Bree announces, grinning as she comes closer, holding up the bouquet of flowers so eagerly.
"Mama, why is it so loud?" Bree hunches her shoulders down a bit, scared and startled when a big boom of thunder rattles their little cabin as it storms outside. They'd finished supper, and mama had just been starting to bathe her when a storm rolled in.
The good thing about Bree being so tiny means less water for Claire to heat, but even she's thinking about abandoning the bath when the thunder makes itself known. It's enough to spook her, but she stays calm for Bree's sake, dipping a wash cloth into the tub to gently scrub Bree's back.
"Thunder wouldn't be thunder if it wasn't so loud," Claire says patiently, and then teases the man that isn't here to defend himself: "That one was almost as loud as your daddy's snoring."
That does bring out a little giggle from her, despite her fear. "Daddy's so loud." She's on her mother's side here. "You're loud, too, mama." She's heard the snoring a time or two.
Claire's undressing down to her shift, Bree tucked into bed for the night. Her husband looks awfully cozy, there, which is why she decides to flop onto the bed, half onto him, and half onto the mattress.
Mama had to leave very early in the morning, just as the sun rose. Being up so early, Bree and Jamie have opted to doze again in the late morning together. But it's Bree who wakes first, and she grins, eager to take this opportunity to go do something for her daddy while he's still sleeping. She knows she's not really supposed to leave their home alone, but she's only just stepping right outside to pick a few of the wild strawberries for him. She'll be right back, and he won't even know she's gone.
Quiet and careful as a mouse, she slips out of bed and opens the door, leaving it open rather than closing it, not wanting the sound to wake him. The strawberries are right there, and she starts to gather up a few, but gets distracted by the sight of a baby deer just up ahead. Curious, she moves closer, wanting to see if she can feed it. Of course, the animal startles and starts to run back into the woods, and Bree follows after it, just curious and excited and not thinking about how far away she is from the cabin already.
When Jamie wakes, it's with the sudden start that he's alone and he shouldn't be.
It takes a moment for him to realize it, but Brianna isn't in bed with him, and he sits up, rubbing a hand over his face. "A leannan?" he calls out, and when he's met with silence, he rises, padding through the house. When he sees the open front door, his heart sinks and immediately--without stockings even--he begins pulling on his boots, racing outside and calling out.
"Brianna!" He waits to see if she'll appear, checking her garden, the stables. When he can't find her he tries hard to push aside his fear and worry, deciding to backtrack and try finding her tracks from the porch. His decision leads him into the woods, and it makes his stomach clench even tighter, calling out again for her as loudly as he can.
She loses complete track of where she is, and goes so far out that she ends up near the river, where she finally stops. She didn't mean to go this far, and now she's scared.
"...daddy." Starting to walk back-in the wrong direction-she calls for him more frantically. "Daddy!"
Now that Brianna knows about the baby coming, Jamie wants to be sure he's spending enough time with her, hoping she'll never feel things have to change too much.
He's taking her to the river today, to teach her how to swim a bit better, and he guides her through the forest. "One day, a nighean, ye can teach yer new brother or sister how to swim."
She's holding on to his hand as they walk together, her tiny fingers wrapped around his. "Okay, but I wilna have a sister, daddy." She just wants to remind him of this. She never requested a sister.
Two months have passed since realizing Claire was with child, and Jamie's waiting until she says most of the danger of losing the baby has passed. It can still happen, even later, he knows. But they can't quite wait forever.
So, it likely isn't unusual to see Claire in the garden with Brianna, only Bree isn't there, likely napping, which means his wife is simply working outside on her hands and knees because she wants to be.
"Sassenach," he calls as he walks up, eying her, trying to see if he can tell how long she's been outside.
She's been outside long enough to gain a slight redness from the sun--typical, being as pale as she is--and a light sheen of sweat on her face. A fine adhesive for dirt, which has been smudged all over her chin and forehead, and probably up into her hair that's messily pulled back. But, beyond her husband and daughter, this brings her the most joy. Being on her hands and knees in the dirt, planting herbs. Or, in this case, tilling and weeding a small expansion to her medicinal herb garden.
"Yes?" Claire asks, siting up on her knees to see Jamie. "What is it?"
With her skirts and apron, the roundness of her belly is mostly hidden. Not enough for Bree to notice yet, but certainly a thing her husband as spent time rubbing his hands over before they sleep. Claire's not forgotten. She can feel it as she wipes her hands, leaving smears on the already filthy apron she wears.
Of all the people in the world, and of all the places, the fact that he'd seen the strong, solid figure of James Fraser in the Colonies had to be a sign.
Randall had stood, frozen to the view from his window in a tavern as he watched the proud Scot stop a cart. Gaze roaming, he'd watched that vile mouthed wife of his pass down a little girl before stepping down. Christ, they were here, right here in Wilmington, a divine intervention for a man who'd predicted death by a failed witch never came to pass.
James Fraser hadn't been on Culloden Moor to kill him.
It takes months of stalking the family and their comings and goings to finally find Fraser's Ridge. He watches as Claire's belly grows. Watches their daughter play. He memorizes the days Jamie leaves and how long he's gone. Randall watches and plans for so long, there's a new infant and that makes it all the better. Neither of them will fight back, not when they know age makes no matter to him.
He waits until Jamie goes into town the first time after their child is born. He won't be gone longer than a day with the infant so Randall won't have to worry long about holding hostages. With Claire's attention on a fussing baby, their little girl plays alone in the garden, and he steps out of the clearing holding a flower, singing a soft song to himself. When he 'notices' her, he removes his hat and bows to her.
"My lady," he greets, then extends the flower to her. "I believe your father wanted you to have this."
Bree is quietly humming to herself as she plays with two of her dolls in the garden. She's being careful not to mess up her mama's flowers, and she won't wander beyond the garden, but she enjoys being outside.
She's a little startled when she hears someone approaching her, and she looks up curiously at the man.
Putting down one of her dolls, Bree reaches for the flower. "You know my daddy?"
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Before Bree
He can't go back and fight only to leave his wife on her own. Nor can they go to Lallybroch to stay, because it's the first place any British officers would come looking for him. And if not them, any MacKenzies Rupert may have told about Dougal surely would.
For the first time since France, Jamie has no earthly idea what to do, and it terrifies him.
Swallowing hard, he steps closer to Claire. "Are ye sure, Sassenach, that it was this stone? Could it have been another?"
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"It was--it was this one," she says, and stumbles to another just to be sure. She holds her breath as she reaches out to touch it.
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"It's quiet," she murmurs, when it's anything but with the battle rumbling in the distance.
"I can't hear them."
A blessing and a curse.
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"We have to go. Now."
Where to, he has no idea, but the opposite direction of Culloden, to be sure. Reaching out he takes her wrist, tugging her close again and leading her to the horses. His mind is racing; Claire said Culloden went quickly, so if they go now to Lallybroch, they may have time enough to gather provisions and then continue on. To where, he doesn't know.
"...Christ."
He'd been planning on dying today and ever thought they'd need a backup plan if the damned stones didn't work.
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If their lives are shorter now, well. At least they'll be together. Her face is smeared with tears as she blindly follows her husband.
"They'll be looking for Red Jamie."
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She only pretends to be put-off, huffing dramatically as she sews.
"This pair has almost seen the end, I'm afraid. Next time they'll be sacrificed in the name of dolly clothing."
For Bree, of course.
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"I dinna ken, but are ye sayin' I'm no' normal?" he asks, glancing up as he sees red curls floating toward them.
"A leannan, what are ye doing? Where's yer cheetie?"
He'd brought home a kitten two weeks ago, wee Adso, and he's been both Claire and Brianna's constant companion. It will be good when the cat is bigger, for hunting mice and such.
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"Eating the 'hoppers, da!" Bree announces, grinning as she comes closer, holding up the bouquet of flowers so eagerly.
"I got these for mama," she explains.
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"Thunder wouldn't be thunder if it wasn't so loud," Claire says patiently, and then teases the man that isn't here to defend himself: "That one was almost as loud as your daddy's snoring."
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He isn't truly tired yet, only content to be warm in bed, close to being able to hold his wife in his arms.
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"Hello, my own," he says, pulling her over him properly.
"Come under the quilt, where it's warm," Jamie urges, raising the blanket.
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Quiet and careful as a mouse, she slips out of bed and opens the door, leaving it open rather than closing it, not wanting the sound to wake him. The strawberries are right there, and she starts to gather up a few, but gets distracted by the sight of a baby deer just up ahead. Curious, she moves closer, wanting to see if she can feed it. Of course, the animal startles and starts to run back into the woods, and Bree follows after it, just curious and excited and not thinking about how far away she is from the cabin already.
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It takes a moment for him to realize it, but Brianna isn't in bed with him, and he sits up, rubbing a hand over his face. "A leannan?" he calls out, and when he's met with silence, he rises, padding through the house. When he sees the open front door, his heart sinks and immediately--without stockings even--he begins pulling on his boots, racing outside and calling out.
"Brianna!" He waits to see if she'll appear, checking her garden, the stables. When he can't find her he tries hard to push aside his fear and worry, deciding to backtrack and try finding her tracks from the porch. His decision leads him into the woods, and it makes his stomach clench even tighter, calling out again for her as loudly as he can.
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"...daddy." Starting to walk back-in the wrong direction-she calls for him more frantically. "Daddy!"
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He's taking her to the river today, to teach her how to swim a bit better, and he guides her through the forest. "One day, a nighean, ye can teach yer new brother or sister how to swim."
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So, it likely isn't unusual to see Claire in the garden with Brianna, only Bree isn't there, likely napping, which means his wife is simply working outside on her hands and knees because she wants to be.
"Sassenach," he calls as he walks up, eying her, trying to see if he can tell how long she's been outside.
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"Yes?" Claire asks, siting up on her knees to see Jamie. "What is it?"
With her skirts and apron, the roundness of her belly is mostly hidden. Not enough for Bree to notice yet, but certainly a thing her husband as spent time rubbing his hands over before they sleep. Claire's not forgotten. She can feel it as she wipes her hands, leaving smears on the already filthy apron she wears.
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"How long have ye been out here?"
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Randall had stood, frozen to the view from his window in a tavern as he watched the proud Scot stop a cart. Gaze roaming, he'd watched that vile mouthed wife of his pass down a little girl before stepping down. Christ, they were here, right here in Wilmington, a divine intervention for a man who'd predicted death by a failed witch never came to pass.
James Fraser hadn't been on Culloden Moor to kill him.
It takes months of stalking the family and their comings and goings to finally find Fraser's Ridge. He watches as Claire's belly grows. Watches their daughter play. He memorizes the days Jamie leaves and how long he's gone. Randall watches and plans for so long, there's a new infant and that makes it all the better. Neither of them will fight back, not when they know age makes no matter to him.
He waits until Jamie goes into town the first time after their child is born. He won't be gone longer than a day with the infant so Randall won't have to worry long about holding hostages. With Claire's attention on a fussing baby, their little girl plays alone in the garden, and he steps out of the clearing holding a flower, singing a soft song to himself. When he 'notices' her, he removes his hat and bows to her.
"My lady," he greets, then extends the flower to her. "I believe your father wanted you to have this."
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She's a little startled when she hears someone approaching her, and she looks up curiously at the man.
Putting down one of her dolls, Bree reaches for the flower. "You know my daddy?"
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"James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. I know your father so well, I even know all of his names."
He says it with a wink, letting her have the flower, crouching beside her and extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm Captain Randall."
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